"I'm really a little reluctant to have Phoenix True Blood, I only have one drop in five hundred years." She sighed: "But due to fate, I can't owe you anything." ”

A branch with fiery red leaves landed in the palm of her hand, and a shiny red drop of blood emerged from the tip of her right finger.

As soon as it touches the branch, it is absorbed completely.

"Take it, you and I are clear." The branch flew straight over and landed in his hand.

It's heavy, it's made of gold and wood, and it makes a crisp sound.

"Senior, you're leaving, who will take care of this Black Black City?" Li Jinjin asked hurriedly.

"Black Black City..."Senior Feng looked around intently.

Her gaze fell on the mountains and rivers, and she was dazed: "I have lived here for three thousand years, and I started cultivating from a newborn peacock, and no one loves Heiwu City more than me. But everything has its own certainty, and there is life and death. When the time comes, no one can stop the providence. ”

Without waiting for Li Jinjin to speak, she spun her body and rushed into the nine skies.

Without her divine power, the mansion fell apart with a bang and turned into a pouring rain.

The people of the city were dizzy.

Li Jinjin stood in the rain and stayed for a while.

Her heart was heavy, she just wanted to find the psychic flower quickly, resurrect Yuan Lan, and secretly swore that she would never care about anything else.

"Not bad." A childish child's voice sounded behind him.

, Li Jinjin turned around, the little boy was still dressed in a green shirt, his hands behind his back, and his face was sinking like water.

"Senior, how is Yuan Lan now?"

"You come with me."

With a wave of his fingers, the air was torn, and the two of them returned to his small town in an instant.

The house was quiet, simple and quiet, he didn't say a word, and took her directly to the deepest part of the courtyard, in front of a grotto. 19th Floor Literature

"I built the city here because of this grotto." He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

Legend has it that when the original Lan Continent did not exist, it was a place of nothingness.

There is an old monk who came from across the border to settle here, and this cave is his magic weapon.

Eventually, he sat down here, and his body embodied all things.

"I've always been here to feel the world." He walked in with his feet raised.

The cave looks very ordinary, the rocks on the walls are all smoothed, and there are some murals and words carved into it, I don't know how many times it has been smeared, and the handwriting is completely unclear.

Yuan Lan sat on the 10,000-year-old cold jade bed, his body disappearing from time to time, as if he would disappear at any time,

As soon as the child stretched out his hand, the sycamore branch given to her by Senior Feng fell into his hand.

"Yes, the branches have been upgraded, but not enough."

Taking two steps forward, Li Jinjin lowered his head and looked at Yuan Lan carefully, his face was calm, his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.

"Hara Lan?"

"He can't hear you." Xiao Tong shook his head: "I didn't expect that god-transforming body to collapse so quickly, when I took out his divine soul, it was already damaged, and it could only be placed here to recuperate." ”

"Is he a good guy?" Li Jinjin blurted out.

"That depends on your standards." Xiao Tong's face sank like water: "He has killed a lot of people, and he has countless enemies, but without him, the Yuan Lan Continent would be wiped out." ”

"Shall I save him, then?"

"This should be your heart."

"My heart has no answers."

"You don't have to rush." Xiao Tong turned around and walked out: "It is not easy to create a body for him, and his soul can only last for a hundred years, so naturally there will be an answer." ”